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him.
He grabbed her hands and pushed up. A rope was suspended from the ceiling, holding
supplies. He dumped what was held there to the floor and tied her hands. Didn t care what
he did to them, but needed the rope for his woman.  Spread your legs. Don t come until I tell
you to.
She swallowed, her throat moving as she stared at him.  Yes, Clyde. It was one of their
favorite games to play. She liked having her orgasm under his control. And damn, but he
liked controlling them. As she liked having her hands bound in some way, either by bonds or
by only his words. He alternated how they played. Luckily, he had ropes in here from the
stores. He d have to find some cuffs to stash somewhere. Maybe fur-lined ones. For her
comfort.
After stripping himself, he knelt and reached his hands up under her tunic dress.
Slipped up to her ass cheeks to discover she had no underwear on.
His hands slid against bare skin. She was warm to the touch. Hot for the taking.
A shudder racked him, finding her like that. She d been ready for this even before
she d known it would happen. Every little thing she did turned him on that much more.
Made him that much hotter for her.
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When the bar opened in a few hours, all he d be able to think about while she
waitressed was her bare ass, so easily accessible.
He groaned. His cock twitched. She d drive him nuts until nighttime even with their
play now.  Baby& 
His fingers lingered over the curves and globes. Took time exploring the dips in her
skin. So fine under his fingers. Smooth. Glorious.
One finger couldn t resist a dip inside her moist folds when he swept it over the center
of her body.
She was wet. Warm. Inviting.
He moaned at finding her like this. She was always like this for him. He couldn t have
asked for a better mate.
He wiggled the finger against her and her hips rocked back and forth. Her thighs
trembled. He found her clit and played with it, taking long strokes amid shorter ones up and
down the piece of flesh. Never letting her know how long his fingers would linger on that
most sensitive piece of her anatomy.
She managed to keep her legs apart as he d told her. She always managed to do what
he d ordered. She didn t fall down, but braced herself up. She kept herself from coming even
when he felt tremors rocking her body, telling him how close she was. Her head went back,
hair flying. A little noise of pleasure escaped her. Her whole body remained tensed and
ready.
 You re a good girl.
She moaned in answer to him. A beg of sorts, though she never directly asked him for
anything. She let him provide what he would to her and let him know how he was doing by
the sounds she made. By the wetness. By the strength of her coming. Her body would twitch
and stretch and let him know how she wanted him.
Which was every way she could get him.
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 And good girls get rewarded. His voice dipped down lower. He slid his hand across
her, circling his finger around her clit before pulling away. He moved around to her front.
Another shiver rocketed across her frame.  Yes, Clyde. His name on her lips never
ceased to thrill him.  Yes, Clyde.
 Do you want to be rewarded? He crooned the words, letting them wash over her
skin. Watched her shiver as they finished.
 Yes, Clyde. Her breath hitched in her throat. She swallowed with some difficulty and
moved closer to him.
 Are you a good girl? He shook a little himself. How could anyone make him want her
this much? He d never imagined needing someone as much as he needed Angelica. It was a
deep-seated, all-consuming one. That never seemed to sate.
 If you say I am a good girl, then I am a good girl, Clyde. Her breathing was so
shallow, it barely left her mouth before the next breath. Her heart pounded. He could hear
it.
So did his own. Good answer.  I do say so. She was the best girl. The one who satisfied
him in every way.
 Thank you, Clyde. She turned her face away, hiding her reactions from his gaze.
Ducked it much like a swan would in her wing.
Not acceptable.  Face me, Angelica. I want to see you. Needed to see her. Wanted to
see her. At all times. He never got tired of looking at her.
Immediately, she obediently turned back so his gaze could take her in. Her eyes lit up
when they met his.  Yes, Clyde.
It had been a test. She still tested him. To see if he d catch it. To see if he d still
dominate her.  Maybe you re not a good girl.
Her face cringed a little, but she didn t say anything. Didn t argue the point. Her eyes
begged him not to stop.
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 Are you a good girl? He didn t reach to touch her, but kept his arms down by his side.
Didn t move any closer to her.
She looked briefly up at the rope that held her and then back at him.  If you say I m a
good girl, then I am a good girl, Clyde.
The same thing she d said earlier.  Maybe I say you re a bad girl. And should be
disciplined&  His hand reached out to caress her shoulder. Moved down across her chest to
a breast still concealed inside her dress. He tweaked a nipple through the material.
She gasped.
The nipple pebbled under his fingers. He squeezed it strongly between two fingers,
drawing it out even more.  So?
 If you say I m a bad girl -- her voice wavered as he pinched again --  then I m a bad
girl.
He removed his hand from her nipple.  If good girls get rewarded and you re a good
girl, you ll get rewarded. With my cock. Are you a good girl?
She bit her lip.  Clyde?
 Yes? He made bunched-up fists by his sides to keep from reaching out to her. Wanted
to caress that skin until he had gone too far over the edge. First, the lesson. Then you can
take her however you want to.
 How may I answer you, Clyde? Her breathy voice was punctuated by a pleasure
sound at the end of her question.
His lips twisted into a grin.  As you wish. Good girl or bad girl, you decide what you
are. He folded his arms in front of his chest.  You tell me.
The scattered rush of decisions went across her face. She hesitated. Her eyes darted
back and forth.  I m a good girl, Clyde.
He reached a hand to run along her cheek. Caressed her skin as she nuzzled into him.
 Yes, Angelica, you are a good girl.
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He lifted her up onto the bottom shelf of a nearby crate, placing her feet carefully
down on the edges of it.  Keep your legs spread apart.
The little lift put her at the right position for his cock. For his possession. For the
taking. His heart skipped a few beats.
There was now slack in the rope but she continued to hold her arms up in the air like
he d asked her to.
He backed her against the wall. Pushed himself against her and entered her with one
swift motion of his hips. Both of them gasped at his sudden penetration. His cock tingled
from the wall around him and the gliding into her warm wet depths.  See? Good girl. He
tried to hold her steady. To give her a moment where he wasn t moving before he thrust so [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]